Impress Me

Being back in the nation’s capitol has been great. Dating in D.C. is wonderful. The concentration of diverse young black professionals is like none other. However, I have found people are so quick to put their number out there. And no, it is not their phone number, but their salary. I will admit the intentions may be varying; however, more often than not it is a mean to bait, impress, and establish value to someone. I am not impressed and underwhelmed (fearing D.C. will become as pretentious as Atlanta….)

There is a number that really should matter, but I am sure no one wants to discuss that on the first date or the 30th for that matter. It is your credit score. Current salary does not convey priorities or potential. However, a credit score gives more insight to where the person’s head is at, well really, how their income is being managed. It seems my peers would much rather wear top labels, drive (lease) high-end cars, live in (rent) expensive lofts to project an image of prosperity. This pseudo “keeping-up” is often a veil to authentic poverty.

what's really good??

I feel in my preparation to better myself and to make sure I’m sufficiently contributing to a significant relationship, then I need to have my bills properly managed before we enter any life-long unions. I expect the same out of my significant other- that he is using this time of economic bliss to prepare for his future, our future (…because I want a big house. No, I am just serious. )

So while you may not see me in $500 shoes, $1200 bags, and $700 jeans. I will be paying down these students loans, building my savings, and contributing to my IRA. If that ain’t sexy, I don’t know what is.